Mary Poppins: The Original Story. P. Travers L.

two bathing-caps and a postcard album. Last of all came a folding camp-bedstead with blankets and eiderdown complete, and this she set down between John’s cot and Barbara’s.

      Jane and Michael sat hugging themselves and watching. It was all so surprising that they could find nothing to say. But they knew, both of them, that something strange and wonderful had happened at Number Seventeen, Cherry Tree Lane.

      Mary Poppins, slipping one of the flannel nightgowns over her head, began to undress underneath it as though it were a tent. Michael, charmed by this strange new arrival, unable to keep silent any longer, called to her.

      “Mary Poppins,” he cried, “you’ll never leave us, will you?”

      There was no reply from under the nightgown. Michael could not bear it.

      “You won’t leave us, will you?” he called anxiously.

      Mary Poppins’ head came out of the top of the nightgown. She looked very fierce.

      “One word more from that direction,” she said threateningly, “and I’ll call the Policeman.”

      “I was only saying,” began Michael, meekly, “that we hoped you wouldn’t be going away soon—” He stopped, feeling very red and confused.

      Mary Poppins stared from him to Jane in silence. Then she sniffed.

      “I’ll stay till the wind changes,” she said shortly, and she blew out her candle and got into bed.

      “That’s all right,” said Michael, half to himself and half to Jane. But Jane wasn’t listening. She was thinking about all that had happened, and wondering …

      And that is how Mary Poppins came to live at Number Seventeen, Cherry Tree Lane. And although they sometimes found themselves wishing for the quieter, more ordinary days when Katie Nanna ruled the household, everybody, on the whole, was glad of Mary Poppins’ arrival. Mr Banks was glad because, as she arrived by herself and did not hold up the traffic, he had not had to tip the Policeman. Mrs Banks was glad because she was able to tell everybody that her children’s nurse was so fashionable that she didn’t believe in giving references. Mrs Brill and Ellen were glad because they could drink strong cups of tea all day in the kitchen and no longer needed to preside at nursery suppers. Robertson Ay was glad, too, because Mary Poppins had only one pair of shoes, and those she polished herself.

      But nobody ever knew what Mary Poppins felt about it, for Mary Poppins never told anything …

       Chapter Two

       THE DAY OUT

      “EVERY THIRD THURSDAY,” said Mrs Banks. “Two till five.”

      Mary Poppins eyed her sternly. “The best people, ma’am,” she said, “give every second Thursday, and one till six. And those I shall take or—” Mary Poppins paused, and Mrs Banks knew what the pause meant. It meant that if she didn’t get what she wanted Mary Poppins would not stay.

      “Very well, very well,” said Mrs Banks hurriedly, though she wished Mary Poppins did not know so very much more about the best people than she did herself.

      So Mary Poppins put on her white gloves and tucked her umbrella under her arm – not because it was raining but because it had such a beautiful handle that she couldn’t possibly leave it at home. How could you leave your umbrella behind if it had a parrot’s head for a handle? Besides, Mary Poppins was very vain and liked to look her best. Indeed, she was quite sure that she never looked anything else.

      Jane waved to her from the Nursery window.

      “Where are you going?” she called.

      “Kindly close that window,” replied Mary Poppins, and Jane’s head hurriedly disappeared inside the Nursery.

      Mary Poppins walked down the garden-path and opened the gate. Once outside in the Lane, she set off walking very quickly as if she were afraid the afternoon would run away from her if she didn’t keep up with it. At the corner she turned to the right and then to the left, nodded haughtily to the Policeman, who said it was a nice day, and by that time she felt that her Day Out had begun.

      She stopped beside an empty motor car in order to put her hat straight with the help of the windscreen, in which it was reflected, then she smoothed down her frock and tucked her umbrella more securely under her arm so that the handle, or rather the parrot, could be seen by everybody. After these preparations she went forward to meet the Match Man.

      Now, the Match Man had two professions. He not only sold matches like any ordinary match man, but he drew pavement pictures as well. He did these things turn-about according to the weather. If it was wet, he sold matches because the rain would have washed away his pictures if he had painted them. If it was fine, he was on his knees all day, making pictures in coloured chalks on the side-walks, and doing them so quickly that often you would find he had painted up one side of a street and down the other almost before you’d had time to come round the corner.

      On this particular day, which was fine but cold, he was painting. He was in the act of adding a picture of two Bananas, an Apple, and a head of Queen Elizabeth to a long string of others, when Mary Poppins walked up to him, tiptoeing so as to surprise him.

      “Hey!” called Mary Poppins softly.

      He went on putting brown stripes on a banana and brown curls on Queen Elizabeth’s head.

      “Ahem!” said Mary Poppins, with a ladylike cough.

      He turned with a start and saw her.

      “Mary!” he cried, and you could tell by the way he cried it that Mary Poppins was a very important person in his life.

      Mary Poppins looked down at her feet and rubbed the toe of one shoe along the pavement two or three times. Then she smiled at the shoe in such a way that the shoe knew quite well that the smile wasn’t meant for it.

      “It’s my Day, Bert,” she said. “Didn’t you remember?” Bert was the Match Man’s name – Herbert Alfred for Sundays.

      “Of course I remembered, Mary,” he said, “but—” and he stopped and looked sadly into his cap. It lay on the ground beside his last picture and there was tuppence in it. He picked it up and jingled the pennies.

      “That all you got, Bert?” said Mary Poppins, and she said it so brightly you could hardly tell she was disappointed at all.

      “That’s the lot,” he said. “Business is bad today. You’d think anybody’d be glad to pay to see that, wouldn’t you?” And he nodded his head at Queen Elizabeth. “Well – that’s how it is, Mary,” he sighed. “Can’t take you to tea today, I’m afraid.”

      Mary Poppins thought of the raspberry-jam cakes they always had on her Day Out, and she was just going to sigh, when she saw the Match Man’s face. So, very cleverly, she turned the sigh into a smile – a good one with both ends turned up – and said:

      “That’s all right, Bert. Don’t you mind. I’d much rather not go to tea. A stodgy meal, I call it – really.”

      And that, when you think how very much she liked raspberry-jam cakes, was rather nice of Mary Poppins.

      The Match Man apparently thought so, too, for he took her white-gloved hand in his and squeezed it hard. Then together they walked down the row of pictures.

      “Now, there’s one you’ve never seen before!” said the Match Man proudly, pointing to a painting of a mountain covered with snow and its slopes simply